As you walk into the Great Hall, the lively chatter of students momentarily hushes. You can feel the weight of every gaze upon you and Tom as you stroll hand in hand, a mix of disbelief and intrigue painting the faces around you. You glance toward the Gryffindor table, where Hermione's eyes widen in surprise, and Ron’s mouth falls open.

With a soft squeeze, Tom’s fingers intertwine with yours, his smirk conveying a sense of triumph. But the atmosphere thickens as whispers ripple through the hall like a dark wave.

Suddenly, Hermione makes her way through the sea of students, her brows furrowing with concern. She gently pulls you aside, her voice low but laced with disbelief. "You're dating Tom Riddle?"

"Yes," you reply, pulling back slightly, surprised by her tone. “What’s everyone’s problem?”

“He’s the Dark Lord,” she whispers, her expression a mix of disbelief and worry.

You glance around, noting the myriad expressions on your classmates’ faces—horror, disgust, shock—all pointed in your direction. You feel a wave of defiance wash over you.

With a light laugh, you shrug, your voice steady. "Okay. Well then, if that makes me a villain... then so be it." You scoff, turning back to Tom, who stands confidently by your side, looking at you filled with pride.

“I can play the villain,” you add, your tone unapologetic. You reclaim Tom’s hand, as he pulls you closer. Together, you face the onlookers, your heart pounding not with fear, but with an exhilarating sense of power.

As you take your place next to Tom at the Slytherin table, you notice a mix of envy and awe flicker in the eyes of your peers. Let them think what they want. You are no longer the girl they could dismiss or underestimate. You are the villain in their tale, and with Tom by your side, you are ready to embrace that role wholeheartedly.

Tom leans closer, his dark eyes gleaming. “That’s my girl.”